Some years ago, at the end of that first whole world war they erected this memorial gate at the entrance to an Olympic training pool in Hawaii.  The pool is in disrepair, the site declared Read More …

Every evening the day is punctuated by the slipping sun behind the period waves.  A brilliance made possible by airborne humidity and pollution. As the day sets into night the coloured washes foreshadow cooling and Read More …

Waterworn monument stones peel layers of history with each turn of the tide.  This beach has been home to swimming teams, local kings, tidal waves and aerial attacks.  In each flaking turn of time there Read More …

In the parking lot time-locked motor vehicles colour the yellow field with glorious history. A moment when everything stopped.  When progress was no longer the idol   The illustrated sugar sacks in the museum of Read More …

In bars, streets and even clubs the music of Cuba is more than nurturing — it gives expression to a way of life.  The young saxophone player is celebrated by the composing drummer.  Beneath the Read More …

Walking along the Prado ( not your average fashion brand but a street) and grazing the creative works of more than a hundred artists, one can not help wonder why all the buildings along the Read More …

On the streets of Havana the examples of cultural suppression dominate the landscape, however the most arrogant of these conceits is a whitehouse modelled rotunda that rises metres above the original and is gold plated. Read More …

We sat down at the polka dot table in Ivan Justo’s restaurant in Havana.   This was more than a food feast.  This restaurant has become a storage of all that was left of era Read More …

The first car I purchased was a 1958 Chevrolet in Grand Rapids Michigan. Price $50 US when the great northern peso was worth more than the American dollar.  Insurance more than $50. The year was1965! Read More …